Poem -
WHATS LEFT
WHAT'S LEFT TO TALK ABOUT,
NOT MUCH I WILL HAVE TO TAP MY IMAGINATION,
WHAT'S LEFT HIDDEN THOGHTS,
BURRIED FROM DAYS GONE BY.
THEN THERE'S TODAYS THOUGHTS,
MEANDERING THROUGH MY MEMORY BANKS,
WHAT'SLEFT VISITING OLD IDEAS,
AND PLACES I HAVE BEEN OR ARE GOING TO BE,
WHATS LEFT?
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